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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 5:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 5:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:54 pm
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"Bitter Heartbeat," he told, as he eased himself to lie down. And then, he began to speak in a soft tone, "Once, a long time ago, there were no words. Only songs."
The stag, who was no storyteller by any means, continued to speak until he felt the doe was eased. And as his tale finished, he thought perhaps her spirits were less muddled.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:59 pm
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